People think I work at a camp. Or at least that what I do or where I live is like being at a camp. I even had some similiar subconscious preliminary feelings about this type of work...before I began it. But it's not. It's not a camp and you can't "play" camp. Because it is these kids' real lives. They stay too long for a mountain top high to last. And it isn't just a "week away from it all." It was their destination following trauma. Their mandatory new habitat. But not camp. This week, "camp" arrived on our campus, though, and a massive explosion erupted. I can't tell you how much glass shattered or how many cuss words I heard. I don't know where it ended or where it began, but "camp" was one of the most difficult things for our kids to do. "Camp" is about getting away, throwing inhibitions to the wind, being silly, establishing new relationships, and hearts hearing messages that it would not...